Geometric Allegory

Life was mass-produced;  Vengeance damned by technological progress.  We ushered it in.  The patented shadows  Waited for the Big Bang's retrograde  When all the world's matter  Melted into a single, copyrighted pin-point.  Then, and only then,  Did the clock disconnect .  The son of a gun is the son of The One.  They calculated every moment  And gathered every page  Ever written,  Now scanned  And kept  In an archive  Of information.  When the future archeologists pull you from the grave  You'll be like some mummy in a museum  Taken from his tomb  And put on display.  You will be studied.  You will be analyzed.  The infinite monkeys  Will find a way  To rob your grave  And explore your non-linear waves.  You smell like profit, OK?  Generational slaver¥  Extended beyond the grave.  Here's the thing.  There's a reason you've reached ...

Yeast on Passover: To Lynn I've wanted to write this letter to you for a while. I get that you are the ring finger.... You are the ring finger cut from the hand of God. You miss father. You fuck father.... You fuck father finger.... I've seen it And I've heard it And I've carried it with me. You've shown your red solitary circle Aimed and taut, puffed up cherry-plumb. Those familiar wings stem from the sides. And yes, you are the red circle with white wings. Enough time has passed now That I can put my thoughts into words Without trailing off into nonsensical obscenities: And here they are, These collection of thoughts Formed into vowels and consonants Coded, shaped, and aimed at you.  Here goes.... You're a nasty, terrible woman. I mean that.... Sincerely. It feels good say, Though it shames me, too.... I'm 44 years old now, So I'm no child, But still it feels good for me to call you out Just like a ch...

I <3 U Ɛ> I I >Ɛ  ∩ 3< I Etched in the glass of a wood framed mirror, Virtually every story is already told Even this one: The woman stood amid the planted trees And at first felt satisfied and joyous. But the joyousness and wonderment Disappeared and left her with a terrible sense of guilt.  "What have I done?" Some things cannot be undone, Though she set about making amends. She would make a burnt offering. But what sacrifice could atone For her part in the deviant deed? She decided then to scorch the earth with spit and fire And even to burn the Great Citadel, That fortress of the highest place Measured in distance and dimension alike. Then, like a nocturnal cat, She walked the route we still travel. ____________________________________________ Make a cedar box, Rigid, rectangular, and reddish-blue in color. On it is written a cardinal number: 40 and 4. __________________________________________...

At the Harker Valley Ranch located in Cloverdale, NY Dedicated feeders learn their craft. They know the controversy, But they need the money And have obligations to their families. So they erase the possibility of pain And continue their artistry. Theirs is a skilled craft. They snake long plastic tubes Down birds' beaks and finger the "crops" Which are kept constantly full. This is the same for 21 days Until the harvest. Then, And only then,   The ordinary livers taste like butter        And become culinary treats. Meanwhile, the discerning foodies Exchange recipes And eat. ************** DAMNATIO AD BESTIAS: Four separate tiers make up the Roman colosseum. Each tier balances, one upon the next. From the outside, the amphitheater is a neat stack of           American-eagle silver-dollars One set upon the next like a  Bruegel -themed wedding cake . At the Colosseum's base, The cardinal points...